Chapter 300: with translation of chapter title

NO．62：This monster stall owner is just like the comic-expo stall owners.

Honestly speaking, exhibitions and such have already been three times over.

He didn't get bored either.

After all, the first two times were things he wasn't particularly interested in.

Going to the venue itself was just for business or appointments; only this monster exhibition was something he really intended to stroll around properly, and then not buy.

Of course he wouldn't buy, and couldn't afford to; who knows what price those monsters go for—small pets are inevitably expensive, cool or awesome, or both cool and awesome monsters would definitely be astronomically priced!

Aomo just from 'opening card packs' already felt: a month had passed, he hadn't earned a thing, seemed like he'd even lost——

——let alone actually buying real monsters.

He doesn't have the conditions for that!

Just his appetite alone is unaffordable.

Now just the office's three horse girls already make the catering quite problematic; adding more Zhouri Ningjing or Qianming representatives would already be a situation where 'the chef and kitchen must have one die'.

But this 'just look, don't buy' state is fine; it fits Aomo's imagination of exhibitions, after all, past expos and comic-cons, he's always just looked and not bought.

The one who goes on a spending frenzy is Bi Ze.

Later, when checking the original prices of corresponding goods on online stores and beating his chest and stamping his feet, that's also Bi Ze.

At the comic-con, running around looking for people to take photos with, even startling cosplayers, that's still Bi Ze.

At that time, Aomo, who hadn't yet obtained otherworldly memories, didn't understand what he was moved by on his own, but he could understand his 'Whoa whoa whoa!!!' toward giant robots like Gundam and the Dangerous Wanderer.

The yearning for giant robots is a human instinctive romance, unrelated to gender, and has nothing to do with whether one has transmigrated; transmigrators who know the original work at most add a layer of paper‑person longing filter.

This is self‑forging a colossal statue, becoming a god to oppose the moving and dreams that past cognition deemed impossible.

Of course, embodying Ultraman and yearning for monsters, their cores are actually not far apart.

All are yearnings to oppose forces and difficulties that were originally impossible to oppose.

What ultimately decides who likes which difference is nothing more than stance inclination and looks level.

Especially looks.

Even if everyone chooses to become Ultraman, there are still differences in popularity.

And among the high‑popularity row, there are also one or two characters that were never considered at all.

Like Ultraman Ace, etc.

When it comes to teachers, there are always plenty of thumbs‑up; when it comes to teachers' costumes, everyone is at a loss for words.

People are always looks‑driven animals, and non‑humans are too. jpg

Any race possessing an aesthetic culture will naturally choose the highest point of its aesthetics, and everyone will yearn for something better, more beautiful.

Physique is a kind of beauty, strength is a kind of beauty, and battle record is even more a kind of beauty.

Thus exhibitions came into being.

A large‑scale exhibition that comprehensively uses various media and means to promote products, publicize corporate image, and build good relations is precisely for displaying their works, first presenting to the public the locus of that 'beauty'.

Of course, a monster exhibition, just from the name, doesn't necessarily consist solely of artificial monsters.

It's more likely that various wild‑caught or artificially bred monsters are exhibited; Aomo isn't some animal‑protection ambassador, so he wouldn't point fingers at that possibility, and frankly he's been looking forward to this segment.

——until the Moon Rush Symbol popped up saying he was a sponsor, and possibly even a stall owner.

Although it doesn't affect the overall impression of the exhibition, one still feels……

……how to put it, it's mostly that the purity has dropped.

An exhibition funded by a lunatic sponsored under feudal family oppression makes one suspect what kind of people the other sponsors are, and who is in charge of the other exhibition booths.

But perhaps it also fits the monster's own creation concept quite well?

Monsters are conceived by humans; the creation of monsters is the manifestation of emotional explosions arising from human interaction.

Even the earliest tokusatsu, despite having children's labels, mostly had cores mixed with reflections of reality, even satire.

Those with extreme mentality or mental illness also often have a connection with monsters in such creations, whether wild or artificial, without hindering that heart‑to‑heart closeness and imprint.

"The stronger the emotions one harbors, the stronger the monster that results; it's not necessary to point only at negative‑energy monsters, but it can be for the whole monster‑creation collective, little snake."

Like the grooves of a turbine, and like tentacle‑like arc shadows, the bases interconnect, constituting a hint of eeriness in that pink‑purple pupil.

Such pupils gaze at the brown‑eyed youth leaning against the lab bench, yet he remains unmoved, probably because he's grown accustomed to everyone in this room having a pair of extraordinarily distinctive eyes.

Ailisuzhi's shutter‑like pupils, Shinjo Akane's vortex‑like pupils, Mancity Chazuo's dark‑gold eyes with only a speck of black, and Mihara Bourbon's eyes resembling a machined girl's camera lens—azure and layered—these girls' eyes are all quite distinctive.

Thus Aomo's brown eyes seem rather unremarkable.

Of course, before it turns red or hides deep in the eye socket.

Right now it's not that kind of time, and Aomo also lazily says:

"Yes yes yes, then Miss Shinjo Akane, the monster creator, are you interested in the monster exhibition?"

Upon hearing his question, the girl who had just been pretending to be profound instantly lit up with excitement.

"No joke, I already secured a booth spot half a month ago!"

"……? You?" Without hiding the surprise in his gaze, Aomo turned his head from the light screen still drafting an apology statement, his eyes full of doubt.

Then he scanned around the lab's few specimens, as well as several eerie‑looking anomalous organs soaked in some liquid.

"What are you exhibiting?"

Faced with his attitude, the petite girl wasn't angry at all, merely blinking triumphantly: "Secret, you can come see it directly when the time comes!"

"Fine." Appearing not to expect anything from Shinjo at all, Aomo turned his head back to reread the text he had typed.

"I'm currently more doubtful about the exhibition's security."

Although Yuechi Xiangzheng himself claims the exhibition's security is sufficient, I find it hard to believe the guarantee of someone who has attacked another exhibition.

"Moreover, the monster exhibition itself also needs a bit of opposition, right?" Shinjo Akane said.

"But what do you have to worry about? You're not weak."

"How about you?" Aomo glanced at her sideways, "And Bi Ze also wants to join, as well as Suzi."

"I've started regretting letting her meet you."

"It's as if not meeting online means you won't communicate offline," Xintiao poked his waist, "What are you doing now? Still keeping in touch with that old guy?"

"No, after staying noncommittal, he's not that talkative either," Aomo, whose waist is sensitive to itch, shifted slightly, moved over, "But I have too many people to talk to now."

"After apologizing to Qianming and discussing with Lu Dao fu, assigning the interaction mode for the monster exhibition, then contacting the merchant about this, finally having to face Bai Ren, Yuan Hui Er, Xi Qi Feng, and Dazhenhan, who need to confirm the 'tacit cooperation' message broadcast by Qianming."

"He wished he had more fingers; if he weren't chatting with Xintiao Qian about the monster exhibition right now, he'd already be lying in bed wearing the Super Dream device."

"—Brainwave calls are so efficient!"

"Those who can multitask are even more so."

"Moreover, he still has to consider the renovation package for expanding the kitchen space."

"If he doesn't expand, he can't; he should also stop cooking himself and at least expand the chef positions to two."

"Give the girls under him a display space! (x)"

"After slacking off, designate Chazuo and even have customers work overtime. (√)"

"u1s1, Chazuo can indeed help the cook and even cook."

"As for Suzi… she's basically a useless person, only knowing to ask the trainer for food."

"Forget about Bo Pang; wait until tomorrow to go to the Blessed Gospel class to check the curse before considering letting her touch the induction stove."

"In any case, expanding first is definitely fine, although this is another big expense, forcing him to turn his gaze back to regular mercenary commissions."

""What a hassle being a real life person, Xiao She." Xintiao Qian, although she doesn't know exactly what Aomo is busy with, this doesn't stop her from mocking him right away."

"And Aomo no longer has any temper."

""When can I enjoy the positive feedback of being a real life person? Can you give me some guidance, senior real life person?""

""Oh, I'm not a real life person.""

""?""

""I keep a very precise distance from class members—" "You're the kind of aloof model student, right?""

""Hehe, Xiao She, this isn't clear at all!" Xintiao turned around, stretched, showing off her figure that clearly expresses her length, touching yet still curvy."

"Meanwhile, the opposite-sex glances never came her way; she was just focused on tapping the light screen."

""But I can still give you some advice!""

"That made his gaze shift over: "Please speak.""

""First, stop stubbornly going it alone, recruit help—those so-called superheroes all do that.""

""Not possible for now.""

""Your mind is really stubborn, just like theirs.""

"Thanks to the tips from 0909hao, lincheng, wokan zhengban wo zihao, lai shuchu, and huitou paoxiao."

"Thanks thanks thanks!"

"(End of chapter)"